Friday night and I was internetting, not really doing anything. I could hear Dan on the phone. Tonight he was going out, lads-night out. I heard him swagger down the hallway and saw the door open and close in my peripheral. My arsehole puckered around the metal intrusion in my arse. “Oooh. Tumblr. Looking at anything naughty?” Dan walked over to the bed.He sat down on the edge, making my body tip into his dip. The movement pushed my arse cheeks together and I felt the flare of the butt plug dig into my skin. I wiggled into a more comfortable position. I was looking forward to taking it out. Though I didn’t mind the weight and the press of it, I couldn’t move without it reminding me with a slight thrust into me. How was I meant to go through a whole night, waiting for him to touch me?“No. It’s not porn.” Thought it usually was. I closed the laptop. “I thought you were going out.” I turned to him, frowning. He’d be late at this rate.“Yeah, yeah. I am. Just Luke can’t make it—”“Oh no, that’s a shame. Are you not doing anything now?” I wasn’t sure if he noticed the hope I was trying to mask. He smirked, so maybe I didn’t manage it.“Yeah. Andy’s gonna be late. I’m going to meet Mark a tad later and then we’ll all head down the pub instead.”That sounded promising though. I doubted the boys’ efforts to get too fucked up before midnight.“Can’t say I’m surprised. I should send him a thank you text.”Dan nodded but didn’t move. He raised a crooked eyebrow.I sighed and rolled my eyes. “What do you want?” I asked with theatrics.Dan flashed a silly grin. “Butt sex.”I laughed.“When are you going?”“In about ten minutes,” he said, looking at his watch.I pouted, disappointed. Ten minutes was not long enough, and nor was it enough time for my ass to accommodate him.“Is that a no then?” Dan asked. He stroked my hair, down the side of my face, cupped my chin. His thumb settled in the dimple of my mouth.I nodded. “But, the sooner you go, sooner you come back,” I offered.“Well, at least let me check you.”He stood up, unbuttoning his shirt sleeves and rolled them up his forearms. He always looked so sexy like that. I sighed, teasing almanbahis him with more dramatics but rolled onto my stomach nonetheless. His warm hands wrapped around the seat of my arse, his thumbs dragged the waistband of my pyjama shorts down. I wriggled up onto my knees so he could better see.“Good girl,” Dan said, fingering the hot metal plugged into my hole.To myself, I smiled; the purr in his voice was the gloat he was going to tell the boys later. He liked to brag and I liked that.Dan removed his hands and slapped my arse, both cheeks once. Light warmth spread over and quivers ran the depths of my body, reaching my clit, my nipples. I turned again onto my side and gazed up at his amused green eyes.“Are you sure you have to go?” I asked.Moments ago the thought of him leaving left me with so much peace, but the small sting settling into my rump teased my hormones. I felt the trickle of wet gathering in my pants. Butt plugs always did that, but they never tormented my mind like a well-placed slap.“No, but I’m going anyway.”Dan leant over me, placing one hand over my wrist. His mouth came down to lips. The other hand smoothed my hair down my back and continued until he cupped my crotch. Dan tapped a few times and the wet sound made me cringe. His snigger trembled behind his kiss, lips curling up in a way that made me love him more. I reached up and furled my fingers in his short, dark hair, forbidding him to go, hoping I might distract him from his night out and making such noises from my body. I snuck my tongue between his lips and begged him to stay, for my pleasure as well as his.His tongue pushed back. I was winning, filled with both our desires.“No,” he groaned into my mouth, pulling away.My fingers dropped to the bed. I whined but he left anyway. At the door, Dan turned around. His eyes were filled with love. He had no shame in my distress, whereas I blushed, squeezing my eyes shut. I grabbed at the book next to me, desperate for something behind which I could hide.“Not too long, now,” he said, seeing me open the book. “You should be fast asleep by the time I get back.”“Whenever that is,” I muttered into almanbahis yeni giriş the book.“You know Santa doesn’t come until you’re fast asleep.” He laughed at his own joke. “The sooner you go to sleep, the sooner I’ll be back.”I shook my head and didn’t respond, focusing on the words before me. Which way had he meant come? The door clicked shut and then I lost myself in the silent world of my imagination until my eyes became too heavy to ignore. I placed the laptop and book on the floor before the bedside table.Ever since we’d discovered my body’s obvious delight for butt plugs, Dan had insisted I wear one as a regular occurrence. I wasn’t opposed to the idea. We’d discovered plugging me up was a fast track way for turning my body on. It was soon a thing for us and I often wore one for hours at a time now.Tonight, however, was new for both of us. My muscles squeezed around the plug as I reached for the lamp. Dan wanted me to try to sleep in it tonight, so that I was ready for a long-held fantasy of his. I plunged myself into darkness and was awake.The flat was silent. My eyes adjusted to the darkness. The curtains stood out against the black. The white of the door glowed, shut tight.That was habitual. I jumped out of bed, feeling the plug pull with gravity, the flare wiggling between my arse cheeks, and opened the door ajar. I liked to sleep with it closed, but if Dan was going to sneak in, the handle could not snap open later.Back in the comfort of bed, my mind obsessed with the happenings downstairs. Every time I moved, the wet folds of my pussy slid and glided over each other. My legs were sticky; my damp pants and shorts clung to my skin. I placed both my hands beneath the covers, laying them flat beside my legs. I was not allowed to touch myself.Picturing cotton candy sheep bouncing over fences I tried for sleep. They popped with the slap of a hand, disappearing as I remembered Dan smacking. I wished he were with me, watching me from the doorway. If I touched myself, he’d frown, stretching his lips into a hard line. And then I’d be over his knee. My arse would sting as he warmed me up, painting almanbahis giriş me red under his palms. I wiggled under the covers, pushing my bum into the mattress.I didn’t touch myself but my hands crept over my bare thighs to the juncture, just to find out how wet I was. My fingers certainly felt damp. I drew them up to see. A thin line spread, like webs in morning dew, between my thumb and forefinger. Just the knowledge racketed up my need. I plunged two fingers past my underwear into the hot, swollen slit of my pussy, squeezing my eyes shut against my deceit. I rubbed fast at my clit behind its hood, rolling the little nub between my fingers.Nothing but the sounds of my panting and moaning filled the room. How could he deny me this, when I was never alone to enjoy myself? Dan would never know. The thought of him finding out spurred me on though. Catching me from the doorway, face stunned and seriously turned on. Images of me over his knees, fingers around my pussy, a stern telling off, his hand pressing down on my back, keeping me still, swats raining down, pausing to toy with my sex.I cried over the edge, shattering from the inside out. I panted my way down to earth again, half-hoping he would know. At least now, I could sleep.oOo“Last one,” Mark said, positioning three pints with diligent care on a table of empty glasses.“What, so early? I thought we were having a piss up.” Andy’s mouth was agape as he picked a new pint up, draining half the contents in one mouthful.“Sorry, mate, can’t do. I promised Liz we’d go to Ikea tomorrow.”Andy whined and turned to me. “What’s your excuse?”I supposed he read the relief on my face or something. I shrugged. “Not feeling it.”“Why aren’t you feeling it?”I smirked, knowing my reply would piss him off. “Got a better offer at home.” I sipped my beer.“Oh yeah?” Andy nodded. His eyes flashed and a silly grin replaced his sneer.I bit my lip to stop from smiling too much.“Well you see, Andy boy, when you’ve grown the fuck up, you might also have a lucky lady lying in your bed, waiting for you to come home. One who knows exactly how you like it, and more, is willing to do whatever you like just please you.” I thought of telling him how I’d tied Jess up once and made her beg for me. I wanted to say how I’d watched her strip like a porn star. I didn’t. Jessica probably wouldn’t appreciate that much detail.